AN: I don't really have any ideas for this story anymore. So, I'm just going to write. If you don't like it, either give me positive suggestions or go away.
Chapter 10
Max's POV
When I got back I was a little dazed. Obviously running didn't help clear my head this time. Iggy was running around the house like a mad man, which he is. He knows how Ella likes a neat and presentable house, so he's trying to impress her by cleaning all of the underwear off his bathroom floor. Like that'll help his maze of a room. He tells me it's so if someone tries to murder him in his sleep, *coughcoughmecoughcough*, they would get lost. Little does he know, I go in there every night and practice going to him through all the mess.
I open the fridge only to reveal a moldy lemon and out of date milk. How could this have happened? "Iggy, we need food. Now," I want food when I want food.
"Welp, we could always go when the gang gets here, which will be in about 10 min-" He was cut off by the door bell ringing. He walked to the door curiously and opened it.
AN: Okay, I'm ending it here for right now. I'm going back through my story and I'm now realizing how stupid it sounds. I will update again when I finally realize where I was going with this.